The ship was quiet like normal. I was walking to the briefing room, word around the hull says a Jedi, has gotten himself in trouble and it’s up to Alliance Special Forces to pull him out of the fire. Reports suggest Imperial attacked and allied forces are either dead or scattered. Overwhelming odds, of course what else was new.I finally got to the briefing room and sat with my squad. 5th Squad is composed of “Boss Man” our squad leader, “Patches” our medic, me riflemen, and “Heavy” our heavy weapons specialists, and finally “Long Shot” our sniper.

Soon a Mon Calamari officer stepped into the middle of the briefing room. He pulled up a hologram of a planet before speaking.

“Good morning Gentlemen, as you may have heard we lost contact with our Jedi Admiral around the planet of Felucia.” He paused. “We have selected you for this mission because of this squads top marks and past mission success.”

The hologram pulled in close to a specific part of the planet and soon red and green lights showed up.

“The Empire, found and engaged our forces effectively destroying them” “your mission is to find the Jedi and bring him home.”

Boss Man raised his hand. “Sir, how are we going to get in with out drawing attention?”

The officer smiled “We have a corvette that will buzz the area and drop you viva Squad Pods there you will meet up and recover the Jedi. After you recover him, or his body, you will set up a beacon at the L.Z. then our drop ship will bring you home.

“Any questions?” he asked

No one in 5th squad had any, We have all done this before.

The officer nodded gave his farewell.

“Good luck and my the force be with us.”

----Felucia-----I woke to a loud screech, as we dropped out of hyperspace. Ever since our lost at the hands of Darth Oblivion, we had to make due with rustbuckets more often they I like.

Boss man yelled over the COM, “Wake up everyone the corvette is in atmosphere we drop in 10 seconds.

My mind was racing at the thought of becoming a real Mandalorian. He had dreamed his whole life of becoming a one. After he donned his armor he thought it best to be actively learning from this man, it obvious this man was a hard core warrior.

He asked as soon as I finished. “Were did you get that Lightsaber?”

I looked down and saw my trophy weapon on my weapon belt, and I couldn’t just hid it.

“Aww Fierfek, (pause) I got this from Sith during the “Blackwing” thing she was bit and… I put her out of miserable.“

His soon to be mentor just looked at him and just nodded. We left the farm and headed into the woods. We spent hour training in so many different forms of combat. We trained in CQC, blasters, and even took time to learn some the basics . My mentor kick my shebs, as my mentor put it, in all the training, but I never said a word, nor complained. I just got up and trained.

Soon he sat me down and taught me some basics of the Mando’a,. I was learning and was speaking some what fluently.

After the training I felt so much more effective now, I felt stronger, deadlier and more in tune with my inner Mando. Soon as we took a break, and I asked him so much about the culture I may have annoyed him.

I learned about the six tenets, the history, the different Mand'alor, and so much more about brotherhood and family. I listened carefully as he answered all my questions.

We soon headed back to the farm, we need our rest before more training, but I hoped I left a impression on him to show him I wanted to become a real Mandalorian.

When Jai returned from his sparring with this wannabe Mando he immediately went into the fresher and had a cold shower. This was the only way he could think these days. After all that had happened to him. This “Atin” fellow was shaping up to be something useful. He was certainly without a doubt Mandokarla. He’s been through more than many of his vode combined. It only seems fit that I should help him out in his quest in becoming a true Mando’ade.

Jai made up his mind he was going to Keldabe to get this boy some proper armour and a little something extra that he hoped this boy would approve of. As he made to leave the farm on his speeder bike Felix went to jump on.

“Down boy, I need you to keep a watch on these two and make sure they don’t do anything stupid.”

Felix made a low sounding grumble and trudged off back towards the main building. Strills were such great companions. Loyal to the end.

------ Keldabe -------

“Finally,” Jai thought “It’s about time I found his shop.”

Jai entered a little shop on the corner of one of Keldabe’s main streets. Above the door was a sign that read Kandosii Verda. He was looking for the right thing to get when someone smacked his shoulder plate. He turned around to see his good friend Mij Hondor.

“Su’cuy gar ner’vod.” Hondor said with a huge grin on his face.

“Like wise ner’vod, I was hoping that you could help me obtain something,” Jai replied “From your backroom.”

“You were always a sucker for high tech. Very well ner’vod come on and I will show you what I have in stock.”

Jai made it look like he was browsing until he spilled why he was really here.

“Mij, I need a set of Black and Blue Beskar’gam with a ZX miniature flame projector and grenade launcher in one wrist, and a vibroblade in the other, I also need a pair of crushgaunts and a beskar’kad if you have one.”

“That is certainly a tall order ner’vod, but do you even have the credits to pay for it all?”

“I am certain this should be enough.” Jai said as he took out a high denomination credit chip.

“Oya ner’vod! Must be for someone special if you are paying this much for it.”

“I expect your best Mij; it’s for someone that is like my own ad’ike.”

“Come back in two hours. I will have it all ready for you to pick up.”

“Very well.” Jai replied and stalked off

I think that is just enough time to head to the Oyu’baat for a glass of net’ra gal and to watch a quick game of meshgeroya.

When we arrived back at the farm, Jai soon left for town and I was left with his Strill looking after us. I walked back into the room were my Twilek friend was just waking up. I knelt down to speak with her.

“How are you holding up?”“I’m fine, were are we?”“Mandalore”“Wow, were way off course.”“What do you mean?”

She got up and was searching for do something in her satchel, “The Hutt council wanted us to meet them a Nar Shadda as soon as possible. “ She pulled out a holo communicator.

She made a call and soon the Hutt council was in the room with them.

{We have been so worried, we didn’t want our investment damaged…}

We are unable to make it, our ship crashed on a planet called Mandalore.

The Hutts expressions did a 180, they went from a greedy to very sullen.

{Black Sun has declared war with us and we are battling their forces, Atin}

Yes, I replied, what are they up to.

{We need you to talk the Mandalore the leader of the planet to help us.}

“You will need to pay me triple then my rate” I said

The Hutts were not happy, {You shouldn’t demand payment when you haven’t even finished your first job}

I lashed back “Well, then di’kut how about you move you slimy shebs out of your little palace and slither your way here, I’m sure the Mando’ade here will be happy to greet you…”

The Hutts again looked down then back at me {We will pay you and}

“And you will send the ship you own me, I killed my target and you have to see that it is dead.”

There was a pause before the old slimeball nodded {You ship is on your way, but we still need the Vertigo dead and we will pay you the same as promised}

I had to take that, I already put my neck farther out then I wanted to..

“Consider it done.”

{It better be, or will make sure you pay were ever you are.}

The hologram faded away, and I turn to the girl. She looked at me cock eye.

There are many goals in the division of Biological Weapons and the main goal is to strike an additional layer of fear to the heart of the enemy when they face the Empire. Despite the Empire's best efforts occasionally a siege of an enemy place occurs. This takes time, resources and is quite a nuisance to an Empire that wishes to continue a galaxy of safety.

Of course it would be horrible beyond a doubt if any disease they created had no cure. For then that would only prolong the wait to reclaim the planet as they would have to quarantine it for a long time. However if they had cures ready they can easily take the planet once their morale has been broken by the pandemic. Of course if they create a highly advanced version of a disease and don't have a cure they still keep it perhaps to eventually discover a cure and at the very least use it on a planet that has resisted efforts to crush it perhaps.

Another goal of this division is to predict the best methods to spreading a disease to as many people as possible and prevent the same thing from happening to their own planets. They have what they call a red team which hypothetically try to crumble key places in the Empire with disease and bio weapons.

Of course this group was top secret and had a cover organization called the Imperial Biologicial Welfare Division which was to fight and cure all disease across all planets. This would shroud the eyes of the many from the Imperial Biological Weapons Division and serve as propaganda.

Lieutenant Spaatz was here to ensure that the scientists here would remain loyal to the Empire. The ISB had a longstanding goal to ensure the fidelity of all soldiers across the Empire and occasionally sport themselves as stormtroopers and spy on their own soldiers.

His second purpose was the protect this station from a variety of attacks and ensure the destruction of all samples and date in the event of a complete defeat of enemy combatants.

He and a squad of ISB soldiers were patrolling the hallways when they noticed a scientist calling someone. Taking note to check the destination of that transmission later they continued their patrol. The station is not too big and its location was not known to anybody onboard not even the ISB or the scientists. Though if one looked out the window they might see an asteroid field and not much else.

However they did not realize that scientist onboard did know the location of the station. He once heard stories of this place from his father. Who described it perfectly it seems. The story of the great battle that took place thousands of years ago and how the Generals made a tactical decision that decimated the enemy and the planet in a single blow.

The planet was Malachor and it was possible to the see the wreckage from thousands of ancient ships drifting forever in the space around. This scientist was always bothered by the the Empire and once he was recruited into this group he knew he had to join the rebellion.

A few hours after that call and the ISB couldn't find anything out of the ordinary with the call a rumble shook the station. And an alarm that alerts them of boarding parties rang through the station. They took up defensive positions and waited for the enemy advance. A group of Rebel Commandoes rushed through the smoke and were gunned down but managed to hit a few of the ISB and stormtroopers. Spaatz as commanding officer was busy attempting to hail Imperial Forces to relieve the station from the enemy. However no transmissions seemed to be getting out.

After another attempt he began making preparations to destroy all samples and date. Then he saw the scientist that made the call earlier but that event was long passed in his mind. The scientist smiled and pulled up a blaster pistol from behind his back and pointed it at Spaatz. The scientist then spoke three words. "For the Republic!"

He shot the blaster and soon the station was secured by the Rebel forces the Empire barely aware of the incident.

Due to the heavily classified nature and strict level of chatter that runs between the Imperial Relays and the Imperial Biological Research base. It took several weeks to notice that the station wasn't responding to anything. Immediately dispatched was the Asiatic Squadron which was a part of the Imperial Special Operations Warfare Command. They sent in a few squads of EVO Troopers and BioHazard Troopers and discovered that the Rebels have assaulted the base.

Soon a squad of specialists familiar with the experiments taking place here was sent to ensure everything was present or destroyed. According to the report it appears that all data has been scrubbed in a fashion and most of the samples were destroyed. However the data was not scrubbed in the official way thus they were able to recover most of the data which should not have happened. It also pointed to the unfulfilled nature of the data scrubbing.

Then there was a sample that seemed to just be gone not destroyed and it was a sample that no one wished to escape. This sample has the potential to topple an entire planet and if not kept in check multiple planets. It starts as a brown lump in the arm and then starts to spread to the rest of the body until the victim becomes a blob that is hostile to everything. This disease was simply codenamed Yang. It is a terrible way to die but its lethality is similiar to other zombie planets. This particular version was found on the planet of D'Vouran.

Added onto this was that one scientist was missing from the body count in the asteroids. It appears that there was a defection which explains several issues in what happened there. With a scientist from that project he will best know how to deploy the virus for maximum devastation. Intelligence Officers are on the hunt now and hopefully they will find this Rebel Cell before they attack again.

A small freighter flew into system and proceeded through the docking procedures of one of the space ports below. The crew completely unaware of the nature of the mission dropped off some cargo and went to the Cantina had a few drinks stared at some Twi'leks and went back to their ship. Little did they no that one of the containers they were tasked with carrying did not go through processing and was smuggled through. That container contained a virus that could hurt the infrastructure of the very planet.

A few hours later the first victim was infected with the disease. The incubation period on this thing a few weeks and thus a few weeks unless they were caught in a check up. In a few days a thousand people have been infected and the disease still silent. Another week closer to 10 thousand people. Another week closer to a hundred thousand the the disease is no longer silent. Quarantine is put into effect but it has no effect on stopping the ruthlessness of the disease. Imperial Fleet was called in to enforce the quarantine from infecting the shipyards.

The Stormtrooper Legion has been outfitted with HazMat protected armor to prevent infection and they have to regularly incinerate the infected. Occasionally a blob overwhelms a stormtrooper patrol but they prevail in the end. In just a few months the worst is over and is only a matter of time before the disease ends.

In the second month of containment a Rebel Fleet group assaults the space above the planet and attempts to take over the entire planet. Fondor is outfitted with several hypervelocity guns yet that won't be enough to stop the Rebel Fleet in the crippled state. Mon Calamari Cruisers begin to maintain their precense above the planet and they are unaware of the nature of the planet below them until they begin communications.

They are horrified by the biological attack that took place on the Empire. They recieved a tip that this planet was weakened immensely and so they acted upon it. They don't send any ground troops to liberate the planet and another battlegroup of Imperial Star Destroyers force them to scuttle away from the system. In the end millions died but that wasn't going to be the worse of the biological attacks. Little were they aware that this was only a testing of the Empire's ability to answer to biological attacks before they went after bigger fish.

The mission on Fondor appeared very successful and the Empire was even aware of the release of that particular biological agent but was unable to stop the millions of people from dying from it. They even arranged for the Alliance to Restore the Republic to discover the incident showing their true power to unleash havoc upon the Empire's top shipyards.

They had a greater weapon that was similar in nature to the Yang virus however there is no physical sign at that a person is infected. This virus is codenamed Excan and works by air to air contraction. It started as an easy way to control the population in vastly overpopulated areas inspired by the rakghouls. It attacks the brain and kills a person usually instantly. But something happened it did kill people instantly later on it mutated. It made the person hostile and ferile and hostile to much. Above that is the fear it invoked in the people. If you caught it, once you caught it you were done and most didn't report the disease thus it was able to break past quarantine. Walled cities on this planet failed to just one person who got past. Whole cities fell to one infected person. However some were immune to this disease and did not spread the disease. They were torn apart by the masses of people who were not immune due to jealousy and a hatred that they could survive it.

If deployed correctly this disease could topple the Imperial Fortress World of Beshqek a source of propaganda of the Empire. If it were to fall then it would really make a message to the Empire.

"... that is why we must stop this rebel scum! Any questions?" An Imperial Moff rattles

"Yes Sir" came the crisp reply from Scarecrow.

"Dismissed"

Scarecrow does an about face and walks to the shuttle that will lead them to their next mission. Wraith walks up to her CO and asks him "Hey how reliable is this intel?"

Sidewinder replies "Apparently we interogated this information from several bothan spies and we had to sacrifice an operative over on Mon Calamari for this. Intelligence is good but I still can't believe its possible..."

"Yeah... someone willing to introduce a pathogen upon an entire world to just prove a point. This wouldn't change anything in the long term."

"Indeed but fortunately we will be able to stop the spread of this pathogen if we strike at Aeten soon. Intel suggests that they are about to mobilize."

"Major don't get hurt I would be quite upset if you ended up infected with this disease."

"So you do care?" Elijah raises an eyebrow and recieves a playful punch as a result.

Scarecrow boards the shuttle and begins to head to the Task Fleet. Special Tactics Command has invested a lot to its current fleet. Several ships are outfitted with stealth fields but they aren't to be relied upon in the heat of battle. Most of them are designed to hit hard and fast without the enemy aware too much that they are under attack or deploy a small force and extract small forces.

In just mere hours they are over the planet of Aeten II ready to deploy. It appears that there is no Rebel Fleet presence just the militias that defend the mining facilities. This mission will decide the fate of a planet.

The Imperial Gunship roared into the planets atmosphere. It was going on a combat drop and the velocity was enough to force these hardened Novatroopers to strap down on their seats. The area they were dropping in was very stormy and it appeared that they would not meet any resistance on the drop. The world was quiet except for the roar of the wind along the side of the gunship.

It was oddly peaceful until everything lit up with the ferocity that even the pilots who have performed these kinds of drops since the clone wars flinched. The gunship maintaining the same speed about 1 minute out from the ground at its current velocity began to bob and weave through the barrage of laser fire as if it was cake. Nothing was able to hit the gunship that was being piloted with exceptional skill. War Hawk loved her job and would be providing air support for the duration of the mission.

Once they cleared the clouds Sidewinder gave the signal for the troops to get ready to deploy. They checked weapons loadout and placed all guns to stun; while these enemies were attempting to kill off an entire planet using this weapon they had expressed orders from the top of the Special Forces Command to capture if possible so they could find out how they breached their security. With great reluctance even Wraith put her sniper to stun she didn't like it but orders were orders.

The gunship fired a salvo of rockets and lasers at the emplacements surrounding this facility. The facility was owned by Galactic Health Testing Center a group long suspected of containing rebel extremist elements in it and after this strike forever this organization will be dragged under by the Empire and might even be dissolved due to their insolence. After the softening of defenses the troopers dropped down and split immediately into 2 separate teams to breach the facility. The first team will be lead by Sidewinder and immediately breach the facility from the front. While the second team lead by Wraith will go through the ventilation centers and attack the base from within.

After giving Wraith a head start Matchstick placed several charges of explosives on the door and blew it open. Inside were several rebels who have never fought the elite of the Empire and were cut down in a matter of seconds. It seemed easy until they came to the second set of doors and after blowing open that door a barrage of heavy lasers from a E-WEB blaster poured through the opening. Sidewinder pointed at Matchstick and gave the motion to fire a rocket through the door. While setting it up the E-WEB kept pressing suppressing fire. Above the gunship kept strafing the facility giving the feeling of a relentless strike to force fear upon the hearts of their foes. An extraordinarily loud explosion give Matchstick the perfect opportunity to fire the anti personnel rocket down the hallway. The lack of a counter E-WEB barrage pronounced that it had the desired effect. The hallway was now littered with glass and charred debris from where it hit. One of the sergeants whistled.

After the E-WEB it relatively easy to breach their way to the central chamber of the facility where intel suggests they are keeping the virus. They breach open the door and saw Wraith's squad aiming their weapons at a group of scientists and many dead bodies....

Wraith and her team crawled through the ventilation barely making a sound as they inched their way into the central chamber. From the vents they saw heavily equipped rebels aiming at the door and a group of scientists trying to figure out what to do now. They moved to different spots of the vents and on the count of three dropped down and stunned/killed all the guards in the room. She personally stabbed a rebel soldier with her vibroblade perfectly content with the shedding of blood. The scientists cowered behind the table except one had a look of determination if only they noticed it.

The door blasted open when Sidewinder and his team arrived in the room. Sawbones began looking through the vials and everything for the virus and did not seem to be very successful. Matchstick began to check each of the scientists one by one until the one with that look acted. It happened so fast there wasn't time even for these zoned in killers to prevent it from happening or even react. One moment the scientist was cowering and the next he held a blaster and shot it at Matchstick. Wraith immediately tackles the scientist and the scientist is laughing hysterically now. Sawbones immediately begins trying to treat Matchstick and stabilize him. But it was right at the heart and he didn't have any time. After attempting CPR for about 5 minutes Sawbone pronounces Matchstick dead. If Sidewinder wasn't wearing a helmet one might have seen him tear up and then his face twisting into anger. WHY did this scientist have to ruin this successful mission. He began walking over to the scientist and pulled out his blaster put it in the scientist's hand and almost shot it at the scientists head. But instead he shot the scientists leg off. They needed him alive and he knew Imperial Intelligence will drag this piece of scum through worse then he could ever do. Wraith put her arm around Sidewinder and the whole squad was silent. After a while they carried the body of their former comrade and brother with them along with the scientists who would be placed under strict guard and were stipped down to just under garments to prevent another stunt like that.

The journey their had been filled with excitement and purpose the journey back to base was just quiet.

I want to jump start my old character I didn't manage to write a story for before I "left". So here he is.Name:Tribien Valloo Race:FalleenFaction:IndependentRank:Assassin

Height:6,8Build:Tall, SlenderHair colour:Jet BlackHair Style:Shaved sides with hair pulled back from top into a pony tailEye colour:Orange horizontally slanted irisAge:80-90yrs

Armour:Wears black combat gear with black hooded cape and cowl.

Weapons:Slugthrower rifle, DC-17 hand blaster, amphistaff

Bio: Years of meditation, isolation, training and successful hits have made this calm and collected Falleen one of the most efficient and feared assassins in the galaxy. Used to belong to a powerful family on Falleen, jealous rival families had the Valloo family annihilated. As a young man in his 20s he was off world when his famally was slaughtered. Only long years of meditation have extinguished the fires of revenge he felt.The amphistaff was acquired on the yuuzhan vong home world when he found and captured this creature as it left its polyp while he was finishing a job to kill a yuuzhan warrior.

If I had a sith name my name would be Darth BludgeonThe reason why I picked Bludgeon was because Bludgeon is a ferocious warrior, skilled in the ancient Cybertronian martial art of Metallikato. The reason why I picked darth was that my star wars role-model is darth maul. My weapon of choice would be a double-sided lightsaber and a plasma blaster pistol .my enemies are Yoda, Obi-wan, Luke Skywalker.My allies are darth maul of course, darth Vader, General Zelee that’s why my Sith name would be.

Black leather jacket, tight fitting. Black turtleneck. Black trousers, slim fit. Black boots, polished. When boarding or in action, chest holster for a handgun, and a bandolier/chest rig depending on the mission. Does not wear armour, as he feels it impedes his accuracy and movement. No matter the situation, his knife remains strapped to his thigh.

Combat Specialty:

Carries a T-6 Thunderer in his chest holster, modified with stealth and performance upgrades so that it has a far lower profile and far more deadly shot than any of its kin. He also carries his beskar-forged knife which remains firmly strapped to his thigh. For more dangerous quarry, he uses his rugged DL-19 heavy blaster which he wields with deadly efficiency in close quarters. Also notable is his fondness for melee weapons of all sorts, and his fierce disdain for explosives and bombs. He prefers to kill his targets in ways that he does not deem 'cowardly'. Has a mind for tactics and is extremely ruthless to the point of outright savagery in accomplishing his goals. He has been known to wipe out entire crews and endless amounts of natural fauna that block his way, as demonstrated when he ordered the orbital bombardment of a rival's outpost on a lush planet, leaving miles of the world barren. Yet, he still maintains a strong moral boundary against killing helpless or unarmed foes. He refuses to kill prisoners in any other medium than a duel. He has been known to challenge the captains of ships to a duel in exchange for their crews' lives.

Weapon Characteristics:

Usually recognizable by the copious amounts of modifications and streamlining performed on them.Force Level:

Rumours have perpetrated about his force abilities, most prevalent of which is the rumour that he once butchered an entire family in front of the father's eyes to extract information regarding a certain glitterstim shipment using the force. There is some evidence to back up this claim, but many have speculated that it seems unlikely as he has his principles that would prevent him from doing so. He has, however been noted as an adept force user, displaying this many times over his career, even utilizing battle meditation on one occasion, a skill he strangely avoids using.

Force Specialty:

His specialty in the Force is unknown, although he has purportedly used his abilities to aid him in all aspects of stealth and infiltrating secure locations. However, this, along with battle meditation seems to be the only forrays into the Force that he makes. He has particular disdain for Force 'mind tricks', stating that they are 'absolutely underhanded and cheap tricks'.

Lightsaber Characteristics:

He does not carry a lightsaber as he prefers his knife and his blasters. His skills with his beskar knife have become quite the subject of admiration amongst his peers, as he can effortlessly carve his way through enemies with speed and a ferocity unmatched anywhere else.

Prelude Information:

Raised on Corellia, born to a Chiss father and a Hapan mother, he inherited the beauty of the Hapan people, and the military upbringing so common among the Chiss. His father, ashamed of his bastard child, hid him from the Chiss for his entire upbringing, but while teaching his child the ways of the Chiss. As a boy, Fredrik often dreamed of his own ship, studying old conflicts and ship blueprints instead of playing. In his teenage years, his cunning and savvy became apparent during his many exploits, including a rather distressing bank robbery which resulted in a large cash profit for the young Fredrik, and a visit from CorSec for his parents. However, this revealed another of his traits; the ambition and mischief so prevalent in his every action. Growing up, Fredrik admired the iron-fisted rule of the Empire, which surprised his parents greatly. He watched every HoloNet report on the actions of the Empire, and secretly aspired to join them.

So it was, then, that on his 19th birthday, he packed his bags and departed for the Imperial Academy. While there, he excelled as a cadet, but his instructors noted that he was unsuitable for the military life, and recommended he be reassigned to a more specialized department of the Empire after his graduation. And he was, as the freshly graduated Fredrik found himself attached to the ISB as a lower level agent, working with the scum of the galaxy, and crushing any dissent within the Empire. His efficiency was noted by his superiors, and he was elevated in the ranks to commanding large scale anti-terrorist orperations. Eventually, he tired of following protocol and started a spree of remarkably brutal, efficient and savage killings that eliminated and uncovered entire cells. However, unknown to Hanslo, his superior was a Rebel infiltrator, and had taken notice of his prejudice in dispatching what Hanslo termed as 'Rebel scum not worthy of the very air they breathe, fit for no other purpose than extermination'. So his superior, Colonel Telu, ordered the discreet murder of Captain Hanslo.

The attempt failed, but Hanslo was severely wounded from his encounter, with a fiendish scar that went through his right eye and continued down his neck. Crawling, he dragged himself to his shuttle, and witnessed his comrade's bodies being disposed of , the smell of ozone and blood still fresh. He escaped his encounter and set out with the intention of making amends with his parents who he has not spoken to in years. He used his old contacts to locate his mother on Hapes, and landed there days later, now sporting an eyepatch. As he walked down the ramp to greet his mother, he quickly stopped when he saw her disgusted face. Confused, he ran up to her and hugged her with a smile on his face. To his surprise, she recoiled in horror and stormed off, bodyguards trailing behind. Hanslo was left alone on the windy platform with a dawning realization. He was not perfect, he had been disfigured. The Hapans would never accept him. He had nobody. He had nothing. He had let down his friends, his parents. He had let his friends die. He knew he could have prevented their deaths had he not embarked on his foolish crusade.

Tears rolled down his face as his hands curled into fists and he stormed back into his shuttle. He could not go to his father, not like this. His father, too, would be ashamed of the man he had become. A man with nothing. A slow smile spread across Hanlso's face as he thought to himself. Not nothing, perhaps. He palmed his datapad from his jacket and proceeded to empty his offworld accounts. That sour-faced bastard Telu hadn't taken that from him. Now possibly the richest man for 70 lightyears, pieces of a plan began to form. Yes, I think I will buy a ship, he grinned to himself as he began to reach for his comlink.

When he commed his old friend, Huy Jenge, the man's surprise as Hanslo made his unusual request was comical. Jenge could not understand why in the galaxy Hanslo would need a Star Destroyer, but Hanslo did, and Hanslo had the money. Hanslo could not stop grinning as Jenge placed his request. As it happened, Huy did have a Star Destroyer lying around. It'd need repairs and a crew, but it'd work. Jenge arranged for Hanslo to come and collect his purchase at a drop-off point at one of his salvage stations. Hanslo concluded the deal with the transfer of a rather substantial amount of credits, and departed from Hapes, envisioning the future.

On the bridge of the magnificent ship, Hanslo stood next to his old friend, Jenge as he inspected the last portion of the ship. Jenge turned to him and asked if Hanslo was satisfied with the beast. Hanslo responded with an enthusiastic nod, and asked where in the galaxy Jenge had acquired this. Jenge replied that he made quite a profit of going to battles and salvaging wrecks. He was only slightly saddened that his friends had turned up and bought half of his stock from him. Hanslo asked how much extra it'd be for the repairs. Jenge simply gave Hanslo a look that suggested that he thought Hanslo had gone space-sick. Jenge began to ask if Hanslo had any idea how much Star Destroyer parts cost, and Hanslo simply laughed and raised his hands in mock surrender. He'd pay whatever it took, he had decided. Jenge then consulted his datapad and departed to find some parts and technicians. Fredrik decided he'd sleep on the Destroyer from now on. He was, after all, the captain.

By the time Hanslo awoke, it was to the sound of shouts and power tools. Good. They'd started work. Almost finished by the sound of it, too. He jumped down from the captain's chair, and strode to the viewport. He was intrigued to see men in EVA suits working on his hull. He now had a new paint job, it seemed. Black. A good colour, he could not object. He heard footsteps approaching and turned to see Jenge striding towards him, beaming with satisfaction, as he waved to Hanslo. When he reached Hanslo and saw the raised eyebrow, he quickly explained his excitedness. The ship was fully repaired and roaring to go. Engines, weapons systems and navigation were all green and Hanslo was free to leave when he wished. Hanslo remarked on the speed and Jenge explained that the Destroyer had been in better condition that they had thought. With a hint of sadness in his voice, he warned Hanslo that he might want to get going soon. Star Destroyers weren't covert and the Telu and his Empire cohorts were bound to be looking for him. Hanslo nodded grimly and shook his friends' hand for what would be the last time, then started for the consoles. He was interrupted by smugglers and spacers of all species arrayed in front of him. He asked what they were doing on his ship, and the leader of them simply remarked that Fredrik was not going to get anywhere by himself. He needed a crew. Hanslo regarding the ragtag bunch with apprising eyes, then strode over and shook the leaders' hand. It was done. They were now all the crew of the Defiant Quest, with Fredrik as their Captain. He predicted profitable seas ahead.